I transmigrated into the villain's white moonlight, but the protagonist is my brother.

a few days later.

At a simple yet rustic solid wood desk, a woman smoked, her face showing unprecedented anxiety.

The face, which was well-maintained, now had prominent dark circles under the eyes, and the crow's feet at the corners of the eyes were also more pronounced.

Xu Mingli is very annoyed lately, almost to the point of exhaustion.

Wang Litao was arrested by the police, and the dead girl in the basement was also discovered by the police.

Xu Mingli denied knowing anything about all those things.

Wang Litao naturally wouldn't reveal the truth about the deal he made with him.

After all, if this were to be made public, it would involve illegal child trafficking, which would be an even more serious crime. It can only be described as a legal adoption and a voluntary donation.

Xu Qiang is her younger brother. After he went to jail, he took full responsibility for all the crimes. After all, having a relative outside was the only way to survive.

But it's not that simple.

Even though she has been temporarily released due to insufficient evidence, the police's suspicions have not been dispelled, and plainclothes officers still come to investigate from time to time under the guise of visiting the children.

So recently, even the food at the orphanage has improved a lot.

But that's not enough. Xu Mingli is afraid that the police will find some clues, so he hasn't dared to take any action recently, let alone try to get people out of trouble.

Xu Qiang's crime of rape is now confirmed, and he's even made the news. Even if she has connections everywhere, she can't get him out of trouble.

Xu Mingli hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days in a row. She couldn't understand how Wang Litao, a veteran, had failed this time.

Fortunately, her several luxury homes were registered under her ex-husband's name, so the police investigation didn't uncover them this time. But the truth will eventually come out, and they will find out about her sooner or later.

Xu Mingli wanted to flee the country and was urgently applying for a passport. She knew a customer who had adopted a child from her, and that person had connections to get it done quickly. However, when she called to contact him, she found that she had been blocked.

Xu Mingli cursed while trying to think of other ways.

The phone rang suddenly. Xu Mingli picked up the phone with annoyance, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the caller ID, and answered it.

"Mingli, is there any situation on your end? Have the police questioned you?"

Opposite her was her ex-husband, Wu Chou, who was also the vice president of the charity association. He was clearly in a bit of a mess lately.

This has blown up. It's all over the news, especially since that mentally ill girl occasionally has moments of lucidity. This is a bombshell!

"The police haven't come to question me these past few days, but they keep coming in here to chat and loiter, like they're watching a criminal! Some of my former customers have even blocked me. How unlucky am I!"

The more he thought about it, the more agitated he became. Xu Mingli got up, cigarette in hand, and stood by the window, letting the wind blow on him as he looked at the bare trees outside the courtyard on the first floor.

"...I don't know. I can't find out anything about that brat. I guess she'll end up in a mental hospital anyway. Will her testimony even be of any use?"

"Sober? I don't think she could ever be sober! How could she be sober in that state?"

"...I will definitely handle the list, don't worry, it won't be discovered..."

"The ledger has been hidden long ago, you don't need to tell me..."

After a long while, Xu Mingli finally hung up the phone. She glanced out the window and saw that the car that used to park outside the gate was no longer there.

Those were the police officers who had been frequently visiting recently.

She threw down her cigarette butt, stomped on it a few times, and finally left with a gloomy expression.

The lights on the second floor had long been off, and it was completely quiet; there wasn't a soul in the hallway.

Several beds in the dormitory where Shen Yan used to live are now empty. Apart from Shen Yan, Wang Chao and Li Mingming were taken to a juvenile detention center because their DNA was found in the girl in the basement.

They had heard some rumors recently, but they didn't really believe them, because Dean Xu was still watching over them in the hospital as usual. The only difference was that the madman in the basement had been taken away.

Moreover, the food has been much better lately, and they can eat their fill now.

"Do you think Uncle Wang is really like what they say on TV?" the boy who used to sleep in the bunk above Shen Yan asked quietly in the dark.

Without Wang Chao, the tyrant, in the dormitory, the kids dared to talk and chat quietly.

"Uncle Wang is so good to us, I can't believe it."

"Me too. I was so envious when Uncle Wang took Shen Yan away. Who would have thought it would turn out like this..."

"I wonder how Shen Yan is doing now. Although he's usually quiet and a bit scary, it would be terrible if he was really abused by Uncle Wang."

"Hmm... I'm not going to talk about it anymore, let's go to sleep."

"Okok good night."

When the moon was bright and the stars were few, a small figure suddenly appeared outside the quiet orphanage.

The gate was locked, and the high iron fence made it impossible for Xie Yan to climb over the wall.

Moreover, her heart is no longer able to handle the strain. She has been experiencing heart pain and shortness of breath frequently these past few days, but Xie Yan knows there is no way to save her, so she hasn't told anyone.

She's getting bolder and bolder.

Since handing over the task of taking care of Shen Yan to Zhou Yuting, Yang Huiyun has stopped going to the hospital and has resumed her stall.

Xie Yan returned to her previous routine of going between home and school, but she still secretly took a taxi to the hospital a few times after school.

Besides bringing Shen Yan some good food as a visit, they also left He Liang's contact information in case of emergency.

Now she's even bolder, running away from home late at night to the orphanage to retrieve her recording pen.

The voice recorder from the system store is of good quality and has plenty of battery life, but after so many days, it's probably about time it wore out, so Xie Yan decided to pick it up today.

She bypassed the main gate, walked through the grass and bushes, and found the back door of the orphanage, which allowed her to enter successfully.

The first floor was empty and quiet, and the corridor was dark. Xie Yan found Xu Mingli's office with ease and unlocked it with her hairpin with the same ease.

It's getting easier and easier to use.

The office was spacious and clean, though it looked rather simple.

Xie Yan opened the drawer under her desk, and there was a voice recorder stuck to the top of the drawer.

The black voice recorder was back in her hand. She tried pressing it, and surprisingly, it still had some power.

The operation went very smoothly.

"It's still on! It's been half a month already. That's amazing." Xie Yan couldn't help but exclaim.

The system grunted twice, "Of course, this voice recorder can last for three weeks on standby, even if you leave it for another week."

Hearing this, Xie Yan shook her head: "No, if we don't catch them soon, they'll escape. We need to hurry."

After taking the items, Xie Yan hurried home, intending to give the recording pen to He Liang the next day so he could hand it over to the police.

It's almost December, and the streets are covered in a layer of frost late at night.

On a dark and windy night, with only a few streetlights on, Xie Yan found herself seeing things more and more blurry as she walked.

Although the temperature was only a few degrees Celsius, it was cold enough that it wouldn't freeze. Xie Yan was panting as she walked, and she could even exhale a faint white breath.

A feeling of tightness in her chest surged, turning into a faint pain. Xie Yan tried to adjust her breathing, but the cold air she inhaled made her cough.

Not so good.

Despite the pain, she kept walking and hurriedly asked the system, "Is my heart failing me?"

System: [...Yes, according to the original plot, you'll just need to stay in the hospital for another month or two and it will be over. However, I've accumulated some energy, so we can jump directly before the Lunar New Year.]

Xie Yan immediately frowned. "No, I won't switch. I haven't finished my work yet."

A distinct sigh came from the system in my mind. It said, "Whatever," and then disappeared.

Fortunately, we were already not far from home.

Xie Yan felt dizzy and disoriented as she opened the door to her home, her vision already blurred.

Her throat felt itchy, and she couldn't stop coughing.

The noise immediately woke Yang Huiyun from her sleep.

She vaguely heard noises in the living room and, thinking a thief had broken in, nervously opened her bedroom door to peek out.

By the dim moonlight streaming through the window, she immediately recognized the small figure lying in the middle of the living room.

In an instant, her pupils shrank, and her voice changed tone.

"Yan Yan—!!!"

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It snowed on the first day of December.

A thin layer of snow covered the bare branches on both sides of the street, while the snow on the ground was quickly crushed into mud.

The sky was gloomy, the bright white sky was full of haze, making it hard to breathe.

Xie Yan has dropped out of school.

This incident was overheard by class monitor Feng Shaoyang in the teacher's office when he went to collect the homework.

At that time, several teachers were talking about Xie Yan during the break, their tone full of pity and regret.

During the recent midterm exams, Xie Yan and Zhou Panpan both took separate make-up exams after returning to school. As expected, Xie Yan ranked first in the grade when the results came out.

Not only was he first in the overall score, but he was also first in every single subject. He was an extremely outstanding and worry-free student.

No one could have imagined that less than a semester after transferring schools, he would suffer a heart attack and be hospitalized again, with no one knowing when he would be able to return.

"I heard from Xie Yan's mother that this is quite serious. She had heart surgery before, and this time it might be..."

"Oh, what a good child."

……

When Feng Shaoyang came out of the office, he was completely stunned.

No wonder Xie Yan hasn't come to school these past few days. He thought she had taken leave again, so he asked Zhou Panpan, but Zhou Panpan didn't know either.

She's actually taking a leave of absence from school!!

He ran back to the classroom as fast as he could and told Zhou Panpan what had happened. Zhou Panpan seemed even more shocked than he was.

"Take a leave of absence from school!!??"

She jumped up from her seat, her voice rising involuntarily, her face filled with shock.

"How is that possible?! In TV dramas, heart disease is always cured with some medicine!! How could someone have to drop out of school?!"

"I heard from several teachers that Xie Yan isn't doing well..."

When he said this, Feng Shaoyang's voice was muffled, and his eyes were still somewhat dazed, clearly still in a daze from being hit.

But he quickly came to his senses because Zhou Panpan started to cry; her eyes were terribly red. "What do you mean you're not feeling well?"

Her appearance made Feng Shaoyang's nose inexplicably sting with tears.

A strange sense of fear crept into their hearts, as if they were enveloped by this terrifying emotion.

They spent the entire day in this mood.

Zhou Panpan ran to ask her homeroom teacher, Teacher Wang, which hospital Xie Yan was in.

Knowing that Zhou Panpan and Xie Yan were close, Teacher Wang sighed and wrote down the hospital address and ward number on a piece of paper and gave it to her.

After school, Zhou Panpan and Feng Shaoyang went straight to the hospital. On the way, they were so heavy-hearted that they didn't want to say a word. Their minds were filled with the image of Xie Yan, who was seriously ill with her eyes closed and wearing a ventilator.

The more she imagined it, the more anxious she became. By the time she arrived at the hospital, Zhou Panpan's palms were sweating.

"Feng Shaoyang, what should we say to comfort him when we go in? What should we say?" Zhou Panpan looked at the inpatient building, somewhat hesitant to go in.

Feng Shaoyang, carrying his schoolbag, had a serious expression on his face. "Let's go in and see what's going on first."